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September 11, 2011 / justinbatalden

Ink paints the surface and it is beautiful

The flow, The scratches, The finality,

The pen creates a work of language

language is beautiful

without language we are nothing

without language we don’t have emotions

we don’t have science, knowledge, morals

We are nothing but instinct driven

We are humans

But we are animals

We fuck, we kill, we eat, we survive

we are animals of logue

If we didn’t have logic

We wouldn’t be advanced

So why do people base logic

off a mythical being of creation

Are we scared

Scared of the truth, the utter truth

of nothing after death, of being alone

Well we are nothing but god-loving cowards

And I want to be brave.


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  1. Ina / Sep 16 2011 4:33 AM

    We are all so the same and so different too, I think that is why we like poetry. We are mortals in denial (at times). Lovely poem.

  2. The Orange Tree / Sep 16 2011 5:33 PM

    humans are animals, yet humans are animals who write and communication at advanced levels.

    lovely thinking of life and death…

  3. swanrose / Sep 17 2011 5:33 PM

    I like the way you ended this…

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